But before I regale you with scenes from this morning's death march, err, run, let me share the words of wisdom our coach shared with us before we set out:
No one should be running more than two times per week. You'll just hurt yourself.And:
I don't want to hear about anyone running 16 miles in one week. There's just no need.Man, I've been going about this marathon training all wrong.
Pair that with another coach's instructions on the group discussion board:
... Remember it is team work that will help you be successful in [this group]. There is no team in I.I am glad to see that there is no team in I. Because that would make a really strange word.
Anyhoo, back in Rock Creek Park, our heroines, Jeanne and the Other Jen, ran a sllllooooow first 10 miles.
The moon was just setting over the Potomac. The temp was perfect. Birds were chirping. There were signs up warning about rabid racoons (no, really, there were). Soon after we hit the National Zoo at mile five, Rock Creek Parkway turns into Beach Road which is closed to cars on Saturday. Suhweet!
We hit mile 10 in two hours and 15-ish minutes. My stomach was unhappy, but I forced down gu and water. I got up close and personal with a lovely park bathroom.
It is now confirmed that the Other Jen likes speed. She took off on the way back, damn her. Of course, I had to keep up. There was no talking, cuz now we were running, people. No fooling around.
Miles 10-15: 53 minutes. At the 15-mile water stop we hung out for a few minutes while I tried (successfully) not to barf. I told the Other Jen that I'd be slowing down and she should go on without me. I was afraid of her.
But she let me set the pace, and we pulled off the last five miles in 1:08.
Total time: 4:40. Which according to that jackass McMillan, puts me right on track for a nice 6 hour and 12 minute marathon!!
But, we're not gonna worry about that. Because if you play with the numbers long enough, you get this:
10 miles out: 2:15
10 miles back: 2:01 (Don't ask me where the other minutes went.)
See? 'Tis all good.
What's not so good is the extensive chafing on my bod. In the most delicate of places.
So now, I think I'll go drop.